The Lost Islands
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Force-claiming is allowed here once a week per character, as is blocking force-claims by the Peak/Lagoon (as a whole) once a week. Rollover is on Sundays.

Watching the stars fall...

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Heavy hooves crunched into the deep snow as he made his way through the commons. He had spent months here in this land, his search proving fruitless. Why had had decided to come to this land, he really could not say for sure. Perhaps it was the desire for a new challenge. Perhaps it was simply that back home had become too predictable and too boring. How many times would he have to fight the same foes, hear the same cries, and silence the same screams. It had all become...mundane. He paused for a second, a dark ear flicking in at his own insidious thoughts. Yes, ruling his domain had become boring and it was time to seek another. Or build one. A thick silver tail whipped his own flesh at the thought. It was a shame so much of this land already stank of other stallions. His lips curled. There was more than one way to get what you wanted. He was just not used to many other alternatives.

His dark spotted pelt allowed the stallion to move amongst the stars. Truly looking as though his were a constellation stepping down to grace the earth. He moved surprisingly easy over the snow, his thick body and coat fending off the cold of the season. Dark eyes caught sight of another shadow making its way through the reflective snow, discernible only due to the break in the trees and the sky. Feral grin spread along his lips. Yes, there was more than one way to get what you wanted indeed.

Wiping his face and instead fitting on his mask, Aranck trotted through the drifts. He did not bother to silence his steps, he had no need to. She was no challenge she could not subdue.

Such a night to be out. His voice purred through the air, his sultry tone masking a venom underneath. One would worry about your wellbeing. He shifted his weight, cocking a hoof as one did when entering pleasant conversation. He did not smell of any land and was sure to carry himself without the poise of a man who commanded his own lands. Smiling pleasantly, he was no threat to this woman. It was all he could do to keep from baring his teeth.
ARANCK....far far from the sky.
html by shiva; pattern from colourlovers



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